Ryan hated the way Al used Christina. He was always hassling her to set a wedding date with Jake, probably because he figured that Jake would give him more money to blow at the track. After tonight, the old man was going to be in for a pretty big shocker.
Ryan stood to the side, near the staircase, waiting for Christina as the race continued. Al didn’t say a word, still focused on the TV, and then suddenly stood up and started screaming at the top of his lungs, ‘Stick ‘im! Stick ‘im! Stick ‘im! Come on, stick ‘im! Stick ‘im, you fuckin’ munchkin! Stick ‘im!’ Then Al just stared at the screen again, until the announcer said, ‘Divine Lady holds on by a head!’ and Al screamed, ‘Goddamn piece of shit! What do you think the whip’s for, to put up your fucking ass? The whole fuckin’ race he doesn’t lift the fuckin’ whip. Fucking cocksucker!’
‘Did you win?’ Ryan said, just to bust balls.
Of course Al didn’t catch on to what Ryan was doing, and said, ‘That horse gets up I get the exacta
and
the double. Was paying a hundred and change. Fuckin’ munchkin can’t use his goddamn whip. Un-fuckin’-believable.’
Al settled back down onto the couch, muttering curses.
‘Ryan!’ Christina called from upstairs.
‘That you?’
‘Yeah,’ Ryan said.
‘Come on up!’
Ryan went up the narrow, creaky staircase and met Christina on the landing. Her hair was wet and she had no makeup on, but she still looked great in jeans and a little light blue top - the same blue as her eyes. Over the past few years she’d gained some weight, maybe fifteen, twenty pounds, mostly below her waist, but Ryan thought that the extra weight made her even sexier. She had wavy light brown hair that used to be shorter, but she’d grown it out, and now it went halfway down her back. As Ryan approached her his stomach muscles tightened, his back heated up, and his palms began to sweat. He didn’t feel as awkward as he did as a kid, when he couldn’t even speak to her, but he still felt nervous.
Ryan smiled, then kissed her. As usual, it felt great to hold her close and to smell her hair, which today smelled like a strawberry lollipop. He let go of her and ran his hands down her back, settling them on her great J.Lo-esque ass.
Ryan pulled away slightly, staying maybe an inch away from her face. Looking into her eyes that seemed to have little lights in them, especially when he and Christina looked at each other, he whispered, ‘I missed you so much.’
‘Me too,’ she whispered back.
They continued making out; then Christina pulled Ryan along the hallway into her room and closed the door behind them. The stereo in her room was on - Enrique Iglesias - and Ryan pushed Christina back against the door and started kissing her neck, his hands moving up under her top, then over her small, firm breasts. She had a bra on, but he could still feel her nipples against his palms. She moaned softly as he kissed the spot that drove her crazy, where her neck met her jaw near her ear. He continued to caress her breasts with his left hand while his right moved to her waist and unbuttoned her jeans. Then, as he pulled down the zipper, Christina said, ‘We can’t.’
‘Why not?’ Ryan said, grinding his hips up against hers as he continued kissing her neck with his half-open mouth.
‘Not with him right downstairs,’ Christina said.
‘We’ll be quiet,’ Ryan said. ‘I promise.’
He finished unzipping her jeans and moved his hand against her panties. She let him touch her for several seconds, then pushed him back slightly. ‘We can’t - seriously.’
Ryan backed away and Christina zipped her jeans.
‘I’m sorry,’ Christina said. ‘I didn’t mean to get you all worked up, but you know how I get. I just can’t do it with him in the house.’
‘Come on,’ Ryan said. ‘His eyes are Krazy Glued to that TV. You could set the house on fire and he wouldn’t know what was going on.’
‘Sorry, Ry, I
Ryan stood to the side, near the staircase, waiting for Christina as the race continued. Al didn’t say a word, still focused on the TV, and then suddenly stood up and started screaming at the top of his lungs, ‘Stick ‘im! Stick ‘im! Stick ‘im! Come on, stick ‘im! Stick ‘im, you fuckin’ munchkin! Stick ‘im!’ Then Al just stared at the screen again, until the announcer said, ‘Divine Lady holds on by a head!’ and Al screamed, ‘Goddamn piece of shit! What do you think the whip’s for, to put up your fucking ass? The whole fuckin’ race he doesn’t lift the fuckin’ whip. Fucking cocksucker!’
‘Did you win?’ Ryan said, just to bust balls.
Of course Al didn’t catch on to what Ryan was doing, and said, ‘That horse gets up I get the exacta
and
the double. Was paying a hundred and change. Fuckin’ munchkin can’t use his goddamn whip. Un-fuckin’-believable.’
Al settled back down onto the couch, muttering curses.
‘Ryan!’ Christina called from upstairs.
‘That you?’
‘Yeah,’ Ryan said.
‘Come on up!’
Ryan went up the narrow, creaky staircase and met Christina on the landing. Her hair was wet and she had no makeup on, but she still looked great in jeans and a little light blue top - the same blue as her eyes. Over the past few years she’d gained some weight, maybe fifteen, twenty pounds, mostly below her waist, but Ryan thought that the extra weight made her even sexier. She had wavy light brown hair that used to be shorter, but she’d grown it out, and now it went halfway down her back. As Ryan approached her his stomach muscles tightened, his back heated up, and his palms began to sweat. He didn’t feel as awkward as he did as a kid, when he couldn’t even speak to her, but he still felt nervous.
Ryan smiled, then kissed her. As usual, it felt great to hold her close and to smell her hair, which today smelled like a strawberry lollipop. He let go of her and ran his hands down her back, settling them on her great J.Lo-esque ass.
Ryan pulled away slightly, staying maybe an inch away from her face. Looking into her eyes that seemed to have little lights in them, especially when he and Christina looked at each other, he whispered, ‘I missed you so much.’
‘Me too,’ she whispered back.
They continued making out; then Christina pulled Ryan along the hallway into her room and closed the door behind them. The stereo in her room was on - Enrique Iglesias - and Ryan pushed Christina back against the door and started kissing her neck, his hands moving up under her top, then over her small, firm breasts. She had a bra on, but he could still feel her nipples against his palms. She moaned softly as he kissed the spot that drove her crazy, where her neck met her jaw near her ear. He continued to caress her breasts with his left hand while his right moved to her waist and unbuttoned her jeans. Then, as he pulled down the zipper, Christina said, ‘We can’t.’
‘Why not?’ Ryan said, grinding his hips up against hers as he continued kissing her neck with his half-open mouth.
‘Not with him right downstairs,’ Christina said.
‘We’ll be quiet,’ Ryan said. ‘I promise.’
He finished unzipping her jeans and moved his hand against her panties. She let him touch her for several seconds, then pushed him back slightly. ‘We can’t - seriously.’
Ryan backed away and Christina zipped her jeans.
‘I’m sorry,’ Christina said. ‘I didn’t mean to get you all worked up, but you know how I get. I just can’t do it with him in the house.’
‘Come on,’ Ryan said. ‘His eyes are Krazy Glued to that TV. You could set the house on fire and he wouldn’t know what was going on.’
‘Sorry, Ry, I
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